Jerry H. Twomey, Writer, Born 1960, educated by the Christian Brothers in Youghal. Traveled extensively, lived and worked abroad in France, Holland and in London. He lives in Cork City now. He has been writing since school when his friend Tom asked him to write a ballad for him. The Ballad of Tom was torn from the blue lined copybook of cruel and careless beauty, balled up and thrown at the teacher’s back while the white chalk stick squealed at the black board. This is what poems are for…

Christmas is here, it’s here since Halloween, the hard sell does not scare me though thanks to my mother and father and the magic they made happen around our house back then. Since I was a little boy, I have been bought and sold on the idea of goodwill to …

First the storms and now the floods and the footpaths folded up by hand and all of the upside down trees down across the roads with their roots torn up, turned up to the brash, indifferent sky in defiance and their branches crashed down onto the thrashed ground where there …

Jeremiah’s Journal August September 2017 The house is done, done and dusted. Like any project you’ve been hard at work on for so long even meals had become an inconvenient chore, you miss it when it’s gone. You have to trust your instincts, you have to know when you’re finished, …

PDF Download: Jeremiah’s Journal 24th July 2017 Today is my birthday. I did alright. My family did alright by me. Who knows what to do for fathers. I would have been happy with socks. The family wouldn’t have believed that though, that’s the trouble. There’s a pleasure in putting on …

Hello Journal, hello Jeremiah, hello blank stare, hello blank glare before I pull the blinds and do the neighbours and the world a favour. Hello blank page, hello blank screen since I cleared the history of where I’ve been. Hello fear of putting pen to paper. Goodbye endless, Irish summer …